Forbidden Love

Chapter 2

*Nicole POV*

"Looking for me?" He asks huskily, licking his lips.

"Uh..Ermm..no?" I squeak out

He just laughs a deep, hearty laugh.

"Why do you seem afraid of me?" He asks.

"Well I.."

"It's because of how I look isn't it?" He asks

That wasn't it at all actually, I honestly think he's the hottest guy alive.

"No. I don't judge you by the way you look. You just scared me. And you were kinda staring at me." I say

"We'll you were also staring at me." He states

"Was not!" I protest

He just laughs at me

"Suuuure. So what do you do?" He asks

"Uh...go to school?" I say unsure of what he means

"Haha Alright. We'll I don't really go to school often." He says

"Well..that's cool.i guess." I say

"Want to go to Starbucks?" He asks

"Oh sure." I say

..

*At starbucks*

We order, and he's actually a gentleman.

He paid for both of our drinks and opened door for me.

Then he took me to McDonalds.

I ordered a chicken sandwich with fries and a sprite.

"Harry you are NOT paying for this!" I exclaim

"Yes, I am." He says back

"No!"

"Yes."

"Harry.."

"Yes."

"Whatever."

And that's how it went basically. He insisted on paying for everything.

Then he says,"Want to go to my flat?"

This was making me a bit nervous, but he was so nice, and I trusted him.

"Yes."

..

He walked to the door.

"So it's not much but..it's somethin to call home." He says walking in,gesturing for me to come in.

"Wow." I say

It smells nice, looks nice. It's cozy. Not too big, not too small.

I like it,nothing like I'd imagine it to be though.

"I know, it sucks." He says

"No, no. I like it. It smells like you" I say.

Oh god,please don't tell me I just said that.

"Well..is that good?" He asks laughing

"Yeah..." I say shyly.

"Well, what do you want to do?" He asks

"Do you drink, ever?" He asks , getting out some vodka

"Well..I can today." I say

He fills up a glass and hands it to me. Then fills up his glass.

Soon enough, were both wasted and slurring our words.

Drunk as hell. But it's fun, he's fun. And hot.

And nice, not really a dickhead like most punks.

"Harry, you're not like other punk boys" I slur

"Well, I try not to be." He says back, laughing.

I start laughing hysterically. I don't know why, the alcohol I suppose.

Harry looks at me then and says," you want to play a game?"

"Um what kind?" I say

"A uh..cool one." He says, licking his lips. His tongue touching the lip piercing.

..

So what do you think the game is?

That's chapter 2 anyways.

PLEASE READ AND VOTE.

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Thanks!

~Parker